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"For so many years, my mother has watched you grow up, your face is so similar to the woman she had a relationship with many years ago, she always thought it was just a coincidence, and then she accidentally knew that you were not born to the Ye family, so she thought of that accidental act of kindness back then."

As for why she prevented her from marrying Qin Yu. It must have something to do with her "bad fate", what Qin Yu Linggen Gu Wan said back then, only the two of them knew.

A heavy sadness welled up in his heart, Ye Weilan put his face on the palm of his hand, and the tears that glistened between his fingers fell like pearls with broken threads: "Whose fault is all this......"

Qin Yuling loves her daughter, and there is nothing wrong with that.

There is nothing wrong with her falling in love with Qi Ye.

It is not wrong for the god of death to hold a grudge against her for many years because of Qin Yuling's disappearance.

It is not wrong for the Pope to ignore his wife for more than 20 years because of her disappearance.

So who caused all the helplessness and sadness today?

Qin Yu stroked her hair with pity: "No one is wrong thoroughly, it's just that we can't play with fate." ”

……

The luxurious hall did not have the lively atmosphere of a happy event at all, and the god of death was on the throne, looking down coldly, and a cold domineering awe-inspiring cold.

The room was full of people, the table was full of delicious food and wine, all black cloak ghost masks, and the crystal chandelier composed of countless diamonds on the ceiling emitted a dark red light, which set off the dark and eerie atmosphere even more.

This kind of place is not a normal place for normal people to live in at all.

Ye Weilan did not wear the white wedding dress deliberately prepared by the maids, but on the contrary, she also wore a long black dress, which became more and more white as snow, half of her long hair was pulled into a beautiful bun, and half of it was draped behind her like seaweed, and her beautiful face was covered with light makeup, noble and elegant.

Qin Yu was still dressed in a white suit, there was no excitement on his face, he looked at the woman beside him, his eyes were calm.

"Don't want to get married?" The grim voice of the Grim Reaper resounded throughout the temple.

"Why do you knowingly ask?" Ye Weilan was not shocked or afraid, and there was a touch of sarcasm on her snow-white face.

"Princess Otto!" The cold tone gave the order decisively.

Immediately, two maids stepped forward, Ye Weilan smiled coldly, and suddenly pulled out the knife in his sleeve and put it on his delicate cheek: "Don't be rough with me, my body is weak and can't stand it." ”

Everyone on the Devil Island knows how important Ye Weilan's face is, inheriting a face that resembles his mother, and the existence that makes death love and hate is more precious than everyone's lives.

At the moment, the two maids did not dare to move.

Qin Yu closed his eyes and hid the bitterness and unwillingness in his eyes.

"I only have two chips, my life and my face, my husband, son, and daughter are all alive and well, so my life can't be gambled, I can only gamble on this face," Ye Weilan's hand slowly stroked the delicate cheeks, and the clear spring-like eyes stared at the people seated, with a bone-chilling coldness, and full calmness: "Don't force me!" How far my mother could have gone back then, I would only be crazier than her! ”

A beautiful woman dressed in black, her eyes are cold and broken, and her eyebrows and eyes are arrogant, with both the nobility and coldness of European blood and the mysterious softness of oriental blood.

Death's eyes fell on the blade in her hand, and he suddenly didn't know whether to laugh at her stupidity or pity her intentions.

No one on his turf has ever dared to disobey his decision!